When Will Some Day Be? Open That Bottle Now

The final Saturday of February has been declared “Open That Bottle Night” or #OTBN. It was created by two Wall Street Journalists who realized that too many people kept waiting for that special day to open a bottle of wine. Dorothy Gaiter and John Brecher , known on twitter as [email protected] created the event in 2000, and it…

Can A First Sip Beat a First Kiss?

I was contacted by Benson Marketing Group prior to Valentine’s Day and asked if I would be interested in sampling some wines that were perfect for Valentine’s Day.  I thought about it, [rather quickly] and accepted.  My first post Need A Valentine’s Day Wine? As You Wish published prior to Valentine’s Day, with a theme from…

Exploring the Wine Glass; March 2, 2016

Fàilte! Welcome to the next installment of Exploring the Wine Glass. Mike and I are big proponents of you should drink what you like and you are the only one who can taste like you. We advocate the fact that everyone experiences the wine differently, so in these posts we do not discuss our tasting notes.  Instead we include basic information…

Exploring the Wine Glass February 17, 2016

Fàilte! Welcome to the next installment of Exploring the Wine Glass. Mike and I are big proponents of you should drink what you like and you are the only one who can taste like you. We advocate the fact that everyone experiences the wine differently, so in these posts we do not discuss our tasting notes.  Instead we include basic information…

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#WineStudio: Tanaro Imports New Vintners with Old Philosophies

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams And life gets more exciting with each passing day And love is either in your heart or on it’s way yep, if you are young at heart.  This month’s Wine Studio introduced us to George Tita of…

Need a Valentine’s Wine? As You Wish.

Need a Valentine’s Wine? As You Wish.

Buttercup was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin. Her favorite past times were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was Westley, but she never called him that. Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around. Farmboy, polish my horse’s saddle I want to…